“Uhm, Sybil sent me,” I said as I placed the note on the counter. “She told me to come after dark.”The girl’s eyes shot up from the TV scree... and looked up at me. I had obviously caught her attention. She stood up and stepped closer to the counter. She looked at the note and back to me, then down again at the note. Her eyes examined it closely.“Did Sybil write this?” she suddenly asked me.“Yes, miss,” I answered and locked my eyes back on her.“My name is Jeannine, please follow me,” she said. Well, this is a true event that led us to having a few meets with other men over the years on occasional basis, (we are not hardened swingers) and if the meeting was good and C enjoyed herself would sometimes go out with the male by herself, then tease me knowing it gives me a hard on and finally making love into the night. This has kept our relationship exciting and fulfilling. Even the last 2 years where she has been unwell, it still keeps our love life on a high, reminiscing as to what we. I had spent some time in her cubicle, working on her emotions. I could see that she'd lost some of the sparkle in her eye and that bothered me. I loved those sparkles. I sat and asked her what was bothering her. She trusted me enough to share her thoughts with me, her fears about being marginalized by new procedures in the office. After listening to her for a while, I had a good sense of her fears and how they were likely to affect her in the future. I shared with her how we feel about her and. She was quite intimidating up close."Give me the grimoire you used to summon me," she demanded.I handed her the book and she began to leaf through it. As she did awicked grin curved her sensuous lips.."This is not a grimoire, so if you used this book you are either verypowerful or very foolish......mmmm let me see which are you?" She lookedme up and down.I realised I was quickly losing control of the situation and needed to dosomething."I summoned you, I am your Master and I demand you kneel.